A/N: I'm glad so many of you guys have liked this story; I think I have three or four more chapters before I end it. I will have an Epilogue which will just be "Final Goodbye" with possibly a few changes. The next three to four chapters WILL BE mature content, just a warning.

Chapter 8: Limits

"The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them." ― Ernest Hemingway

"Once you finish bring it to me and you may leave, you have-"

Bonnie could feel Damon's blue eyes on her as she scurried to find an open seat with a blue book on it.

"Nice of you to join us, Miss. Bennett." He paused as she sat down, she could have sworn she saw him smirk at her. But maybe it was just her imagination. "Now like I was saying, you have two hours to finish, you may begin now"

With that the classroom fell silent, green hues followed Damon as he made his way to the door and locked it. Tearing her eyes away from him, Bonnie took a deep breath and opened her blue book. The past two days had been a struggle, she tried cramming as much information for English as she could but all that would pop up were the words she had seen on the contract. This is not good, she thought as she picked up her pen and began to write.

An hour and a half later, she sighed and closed the book. This was just one six page essay, the final would be a lot longer and more stressful. Getting up she noticed Caroline and Elena walking out the door. Grabbing her bag she made her way to the front.

"Thank you, Miss. Bennett" Damon said as he extended his hand out to take the book from her.

The brunette handed the book over and was about to turn to leave when three words stopped her in her tracks.

"See you Friday"

Turning around she looked at him, his blue eyes gazing back at her he felt her skin heat up and only nodded before making her way out of the room.

"Hey! How did you do?" the chipper voice seemed to echo from all around her.

"Uh… don't know. Hope I did well"

"Why were you late? We were getting worried about you. Didn't think you would make it"

"I over slept.. Traffic was bad"

"Well I won't yell at you for leaving early on Friday, Elena told me Damon picked you up" the blonde wiggled her brows at her best friend.

"It wasn't like that… but thanks. I need to go, I have rehearsal till 7 all week."

"We should hang out on the weekend, relax and unwind from all this testing" Elena offered with an eager smile.

"Yeah we should! Sleep over at Bonnie's house!" Caroline exclaimed happily.

"You mean your house.. But I can't I have plans…"

Both girls looked at the petite brunette, shock evident in their features, "You have plans?"

"No offense" Caroline quickly added, "But you never have plans."

"Yeah I know.. I do, I'm going to visit my mom.." That wasn't a complete lie, she did want to go visit her mom but she couldn't bring herself to go just yet. Despite the fact that it had been three or four months, give or take. She didn't have the courage to go see her, if she was still living in the same apartment.

"I have to go, I'm already late," giving her friends a quick hug she turned on her heels and headed to the theater. She hadn't signed the contract –there were still things to go over- but she felt like she should start obeying what it said, after all that was what Damon wanted.

Friday

No matter how many warm showers Bonnie took during the week she could not relax. Her muscles were tense and soar from the countless hours of dancing and her mind was running at full speed, waiting for this day to come. Normally dancing would relax her and clear her mind, but sadly that was not the case this time. Grabbing her gym bag she slung it over her shoulder and made her way down the hall. As she sat down on the couch her phone beeped.

I'm outside

Bonnie saw the text was from Damon, she was about to reply when the doorbell rang. Taking a deep breath she got up and walked to the door. Opening it, she saw Damon, dressed in a grey t-shirt and jeans, his hair messy just the way she liked it.

"Hi." Her voice was breathy as she closed the door behind her.

Damon led her to his car and helped her get in before starting it. "I assume you haven't signed the contract"

"No, I have things I want to discuss"

A smile tugged at his lips as he glanced at her, "I wasn't expecting anything less, Bon-Bon"

The drive to Damon's apartment was silent, Bonnie didn't know what to say and was too excited and nervous to say anything. Damon parked in a parking garage and got out, Bonnie quickly followed only to realize he was opening the door for her.

"Relax, Bonnie, I won't bite unless you let me" A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips as he led her to the elevator. The brunette felt her skin get heated as the door closed, being so close to him and in such a small space made her bite her lip, not sure what to do.

As the door opened Bonnie couldn't help but let out a small gasp, before her was a very expensive looking loft –at least she thought it was a loft- all the appliances in the kitchen were modern, even the furniture was modern. The windows had a good view of the city skyline.

"Do you want something to drink?" Damon asked, as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Um.. wine I guess" Dropping her gym bag by the couch she looked around, finding herself being drawn to the grand piano.

"Do you play?" she asked as her fingers traced the sleek black top.

"Stefan plays better than I do," he set her wine glass on top of the piano and took a sip of his bourbon.

"So, the contract" Bonnie didn't want to talk about it but she couldn't run away from it forever.

"Right to the point, do you have it?"

"Yeah it's in my bag" Taking a sip of her wine she made her way to the kitchen bar. Sitting down on a stool she waited for him.

"Alright, what don't you like? You read it already, right?" Damon asked as he sat next to her, the contract between them.

"Yes, I did. No clamps, no wax, no fisting, no suspension, no gags, no whips" She paused before looked at him.

Damon's lips were pressed into a thin line before he took out a pen and crossed out everything she had said. "Anything else?"

"No tape, no cable ties, no paddles and what's canning?" Bonnie asked before taking a bigger sip of the red wine.

Damon nodded once more as he crossed things out, "No canning. Is that it?"

"Yes. That's it."

"I'm assuming you're not a virgin.." why he was just asking this he didn't know, if she was a virgin it wouldn't work. He would drive her back home and tell her never to contact him again. In what he did, virgins were a big No at least to him they were.

"No, I'm not. I dated Jeremy back in high school"

"Jeremy Gilbert? Does your mother know?"

"No she doesn't..She'd kill me if she ever knew" It was true; her mother could do postal if she knew she lost her virginity, especially to Jeremy. Her mother loved Elena but she hated Jeremey because of his decisions as a freshman, his stoner phase was all her mother could see.

"If that is all and you are willing to do this then you may sign" With that he slid the packet of papers over to her and handed her his pen.

Not thinking twice Bonnie grabbed the pen and started signing and initialing wherever it required. Setting the pen down she turned to the man next to her. "Ok.."

Damon's eyes darkened and he slowly stood up, his index and thumb gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him, "You're mine now, Bonnie Bennett and I will turn you into the woman I know you can be" he felt her shiver at his words. He didn't give her time to respond before he crushed his lips against hers. He was surprised she returned the kiss with equal hunger. Biting her bottom lip, he brought the kiss to a stop, both of them breathing hard. "Come with me," he said, taking her hand and walking down the hall.

Bonnie's head was swimming, all she could do was take his hand and follow him, her whole body was on fire and her lower regions were throbbing. As they walked down the hall she noticed a room that was beyond messy, could that he his room? She thought before they came to a stop in front of a closed door. "That's Stefan's room"

"Wait.. He's here?!" The shock in her eye evident.

"No, he's with Caroline, he isn't allowed back in here till 11 sometimes 12"

"So he knows what you do?"

"He's nosey. He figured it out a couple years ago. But it's none of his business" Before Bonnie could ask any more questions, he unlocked the door and turned the light on.

"Welcome to my dungeon" Damon said with light chuckle.

A/N: Thank you for all the lovely new reviews! Any questions or comments just leave them in them as a Review/Comment, I promise to get to all the ones I can (:

To Be Continued. . .